"Right." Harvey responded, lips nearly quirked at the order until his expression grew colder once more. "Don't think our Gotham's are the same Montoya." Maybe once Batman had been needed, hell he had been one of the vigilante's biggest supporters from afar (and quietly of course). Things were different. "Things change." He barely noticed he said the words aloud.
It was strange how different the two cities were structurally, though there were the faintest hints of the familiar every time he turned his head. He kept an eye around him and attention on the woman beside him, on her obvious injuries in something that at one time of his life may have been concern. Now it felt like a vague curiosity.
He waited until they were inside before he pulled the hat off, tossing it onto some nearby surface and glancing the woman over. "The hell is that?" he gestured to the discarded mask. Another vigilante perhaps- how quaint.
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It was strange how different the two cities were structurally, though there were the faintest hints of the familiar every time he turned his head. He kept an eye around him and attention on the woman beside him, on her obvious injuries in something that at one time of his life may have been concern. Now it felt like a vague curiosity.
He waited until they were inside before he pulled the hat off, tossing it onto some nearby surface and glancing the woman over. "The hell is that?" he gestured to the discarded mask. Another vigilante perhaps- how quaint.